It has gotten to the point
where home doesn't feel
like home anymore,
but more like a prison, somewhere I no longer
feel safe;
somewhere I try to
avoid
as
much
as
possible.
Somewhere where I'm confined
to a small space,
especially in my mind.
I'm at that point
where my hand itches to write a letter
for my parents, bidding them a soft farewell full of
apologies for never being the perfect daughter;
all while I watch the bathtub fill to the rim with
i c y w a t e r
I've given up on trying to achieve higher grades,
whether I enjoy the subject
...or not.
My drive and motivation has
P
L
U
M
M
E
T
E
D
into the depths.
I want to be
a l o n e
in my stormy sky of thoughts; left to tear myself down
p i e c e
by
p i e c e
and leave myself
BRoKeN
—
.beyond repair.
It has gotten to the point
where I can't see any
meaning to anything;
I can't find a reason to
stay, a reason why I
should — but I can sure
as hell find millions of
reasons as to why I
should leave instead...
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
